 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word Prompt is “funny”. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  He cringed as he crept closer to the blaze. As quick as he could manage, he reached for the wrist of the pale hand and tugged. His breath caught in his throat as a blonde woman dressed in a flight suit slid along the mud. He had a funny feeling it wasn’t from the smoke drifting over him. He didn’t get out much and it had been a very long time since he laid eyes on someone so beautiful.
He shook the thought out of his mind and scooped her over his shoulder. He stumbled his way through the muck to safety. He drooped her on the first downed tree he came too. There sure as hell wasn’t any reason to haul a dead body everywhere and he didn’t need the feds hunting him down if she were. He’d leave the corpse behind. He shivered as he touched her cheek. He could feel his boxers tent with his sudden erection. Then his heart leaped in his chest. “Fuck, she’s alive. How did she survive that?” he muttered to himself. He glanced back at the engulfed jet glowing in the distance. He knew his true nature. He was used to bizarre things. But this was one hundred percent impossible. He carefully lifted her in his arms and cradled her close to him. He took his porch steps two at a time then threw the door open with the bump of his hip. She moaned as he laid her on the couch. He stared at her as he rubbed his chin. Something primal and ancient burned deep in his soul. It demanded that he claim her, that he not let her free until she was bound to him for eternity. He growled then stormed to the kitchen. This unexplained urge was forcing him to do something he swore he would never do. He picked up the phone book and shuffled through the brittle pages until he reached the listings for the United States government. He picked up the handset of the rotary phone and dialed. It was time to get his woman out of his house and as far away from him as possible.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we have a picture prompt. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Mack stared out through the skeletal trees as he sipped his bottle of beer. It had been a long day at the shop. Fuck, he hated humans. His co-workers were no exception. He was glad to be home so he could enjoy his beer, finish up that rabbit he roasted the other night then get some shut eye before he got any calls.
His gaze rested on his tow truck, the words Bradshaw Towing roughly scripted across the door. Being this far in the swamp he would have thought he’d get one or two a month. Instead it was one or two a night. It was astounding how many stupid people drove into the muck to find alligators. It interrupted Mack’s sleep. One of these nights he was going to just let one of the buggers eat them instead of towing them out. The roar of an engine tore him from his thoughts. Sounds like that didn’t happen out here or at least not that loud. He stood up and stroked his full, chocolate brown beard as he searched for the noise. He looked up and caught the underbelly of a jet as it streaked past overhead. He didn’t set his bottle of beer down on the overturned milk crate before the boom shook the ground. A pillar of fire rolled through the air. He muttered a string of curses as he picked up the pace. There was no way in hell someone could survive that crash. And soon the military would be invading his sanctuary looking for answers. Fucking peachy. Mack wove through the trees was he stomped through the standing water towards the burning wreckage. Even from this distance he could feel the heat on his skin. He hurried when his gaze fell on a delicate, pale hand.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “sour”. We’re back with Athena in the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena drummed her fingers on the controls as she waited for the tower to give her clearance. She grinned when static was followed by a voice. “Lynch, ready for takeoff.”
“Roger.” Athena pressed forward on the throttle. The jet stormed down the tarmac with a roar of the engines. Moments later it was climbing through the air. The land below streaked past as Athena found her altitude. She laughed to herself as she took in the sky around her. The engineers weren’t shitting anyone. This was one sweet ride. The power behind this beast was mindblowing. This baby was going to do some serious damage especially when there was a fleet of them. She sighed as she stared at the billows of clouds. This was the closest she could come to Olympus other than being there. Ever since her father, Zeus, moved them from their home to Washington DC to be closer to the mortal world and the technology he craved, she rarely got back to the mountain. She missed it. Granted, seeing her work in action was satisfying but… The sound of alarms and frantic beeping pulled her from her thoughts. She studied the dials and display monitors looking for the source of the emergency. Systems shut down one by one as the plane fell from the sky. “Shit, shit, fuck.” Athena swallowed back the sour bile rising in her throat as she held tight to the yoke. She raced through the options in her head. She could just set the plane back on the tarmac where they started. But how many mortal’s minds would she have to alter to make them forget? She did a quick count in her head. There were way too many to deal with. She glanced out the window to see the earth rushing towards her. She closed her eyes to focus on the inner mechanisms of the jet. Maybe if she could find whatever was wrong she could stabilize it, fix it and keep it from crashing. Erasing random sightings and incident reports was far easier than figuring out who exactly saw her on the base that day. She gasped as she found the shorting wire in the engine. A moment later her entire body was jolted by the impact of the jet colliding with the ground. The memory of that wire was the last she had before everything went black.  The Blurb:
A novel within a novel. For three short weeks, Twyla Lancaster was the fairy tale princess who’d found her prince, but just like that, reality ripped them apart. Now, fifty years later, she needs to know why the only man she ever loved broke his promises. As she writes her memoir and learns more about that summer, she realizes things were not what they seemed. Hormones raced, promises were made, but Twyla left Michael Morrison high and dry, and within weeks, married someone else. Grieving the loss of his parents and her betrayal, he turned his back on love, focusing on his military career. Now, goaded by his sister, he agrees to attend a wedding and reunion, knowing Twyla will be there. It’s time to find out why she lied to him all those years ago. The moment the star-crossed lovers see one another, love blooms between them, but when Michael discovers Twyla’s secret, he’s devastated. Is love enough to erase fifty years of pain and betrayal? Honestly, I don’t do many reviews because, while juggling technically five books I’m writing, I don’t have much time to read. But when I got the chance to read this one I couldn’t wait. I had a taste or two of this book with the Tuesday Tales and couldn’t wait for it to be released. Same Time, Next Year definitely lived up to my expectations. I lived the story not only through the eyes of Twyla but also through Mike’s, which gave a complete view of the past story. The story builds to the moment they reunite. Both characters look back at the societal norms of that summer and it was amazing to see how far we’ve come today and how terrifying it would be to slip back to those days. It was easy to fall in love with Twyla, Mike, Lana and a bunch of other characters. I loved that the fateful summer was played out in her manuscript as she was living the modern story. And most of all, I loved Twyla’s wit and courage. I rate it ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️, or I guess in my case 🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “restless”. We’re back with the second book of The Gods of DC Series. Athena has quite a bit on her plate at the moment. *Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Athena rubbed her brow as she sat up and shuffled the papers on her desk. On the upside, she more than likely would have her place to herself by the time she got off work. True, Juliet wouldn’t make it easy for Ares. The god of war would have to beg and grovel to win her back.
But that was the thing. He’d win her back. They were so deep in love there was no doubt she’d go back to him. And now they had a little one to share that love with. And knowing the love they shared made her restless. Her brother was a grade-A asshole and found his happily ever after. Was she ever going to find hers? She growled under her breath. It wasn’t going to happen within the walls of the Pentagon. She reached over and flipped off her computer. She stacked up the last few stray sheets of paper on her desk. Maybe she’d go get a drink while the lovebirds vacated her place. She stopped as her gaze landed on a form. She studied the last checkoff form for the newest fighter jet the Air Force had purchased. Sleek, stealthy and fast, it called out to the war goddess in her. She scanned the sheet to find where it was and smiled when she read the location. It was housed just a few miles away. “Screw the bar. Let’s take this baby for a spin,” she muttered to herself as she dropped the form on the pile. Scooping up her keys and purse, she made a beeline for the door without so much as a goodbye to anyone in her department. * * * * There were a few perks to being a goddess. Believe it or not, living for eternity wasn’t one of them. However, tinkering with mortal things like the flight schedules for billion dollar fighter jets was without a doubt worth it. Athena zipped up her jumpsuit then picked up her helmet. She did teach herself to fly. She didn’t use her powers to navigate it. It fed the fire inside her when she gripped the controls and took flight. It was the closest she came to being back on Olympus. She nodded to a passing pilot as she strode down the corridor towards the hanger. A grin slowly spread across her lips as the jet came into sight. Flight crews scrambled to prepare it for flight. She bet they were shocked the had to get it ready in the first place. Funny the things that happen when gods get involved. She climbed up to the cockpit and settled into the seat. One by one she flipped the controls on as she felt the slow crawl of the plane being pushed to the runway. “Alright, beautiful,” she murmured. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” |
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